Remedy

Typhon wasn't quite sure how he'd ended up in this role. Savior. The word didn't describe him very well, and yet here he was, preparing to explain to Zinnia what had happened and how he had saved her. It made him sound selfless, something that he wasn't sure settled well with him. He would've chosen family over her in a heartbeat, but nobody else had been in need of saving - at least that he had seen - and letting a loyal follower to the Abraxas family die hadn't seemed very ideal, either. Somehow he had managed to drag her here, over the relatively vast expanse of land that lay between the two packs, and though she was not in perfect condition.. well, she was still alive, and expected to recover, and that was all that mattered.

He hadn't been here long, and hadn't had time to dig up a makeshift den yet, but the old cathedral made a decent place to let Zinnia rest as she came back to consciousness. Occasionally he'd check on her, making sure she was still breathing... but anything beyond that he left to the healers of the Empire, since he knew nothing of that craft. Inadvertently he'd found himself actually giving a shit about this woman, hoping she pulled through and waiting anxiously for when she finally awoke.

Luckily, he happened to be nearby when began to stir. Ears flicked, bringing himself to head in her direction, navigating around one of the many crumbling castle walls.  "Zinnia?" He asked gently, unsure of the state she might be in. He took a few steps toward her, head lowered to the ground.  "How.. are you feeling?" Sore, most likely, but he hoped she suffered no.. permanent damage from her injuries.